The devil comes, and, ah, I try to stall, and, ahSoon my subconscious and conscious might start to brawlAnd I put up my wallsAnd, ah, they begin to fallAs this cunning demon takes me as its voodoo dollAnd, ah, darkness sets in as the horns start to growSuddenly I become somebody I don't know

[Chorus]Whoa, what do I do?Whoa ohThis body's temple of doomWhoa, what can I sayTo, ooo, oh, make all of this go away?

I got many different names, but to you it's all the sameI be the crawlin' in your skin, I be the reason for your sinI be the cunning in your charm, and I be the needle in your armCall me once might, let you go; but call me twice, and then I'm gonna get ya